[Clearing the Clouds to Reveal the Sun] 15-16

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Author: Spring Hope
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15 A Mother's Thoughts
Looking in the mirror, Yang Yufen pinched her slightly sagging facial skin and couldn't help but sigh. A few years ago, her
skin not only looked fair and radiant, but also felt silky smooth and delicate. It was
a world of difference from now. In two more years, she would be 40 years old. It is said that forty is a threshold for women. No matter how beautiful
a woman is, she becomes like tofu dregs after forty. The aging speed is much faster than before forty. Even if God
favors her and gives her ten more years of youth, when she is fifty, her son will only be thirty years old, in the prime of his life
. It would be too unfair for him to face an old woman like her all day.
The thought of eventually becoming a burden to her son filled Yang Yufen with increasing melancholy.
Three formidable obstacles had once prevented her from crossing the line between mother and son. The first was their blood relation; however, thanks to
the efforts of various parties, this seemingly insurmountable chasm had been successfully crossed. Neither Yang
Yufen nor Qin Dawei had the psychological barrier of incest. The second obstacle was the psychological
trauma left by Yang Yufen's four years of prostitution, which had now been completely dispelled by her son Qin Dawei's burning love
. The third obstacle was more troublesome and insurmountable than the first two, for it belonged to the realm of time
: age.
In moments of passionate infatuation, Yang Yufen longed to spend her life with her son. However, once she calmed down
, the harsh realities she faced caused her immense distress. The most troubling issue was the age gap,
an almost insurmountable obstacle. Previously, during a passionate kiss with her son in the kitchen, she had
suppressed this thought with overwhelming excitement. Now, having calmed down, she was forced to confront the problem again. But
no matter how hard she racked her brains, she couldn't find a solution. The twenty-year age difference had become a persistent
nightmare, leaving her filled with anxiety and insecurity.
"Ugh...so annoying!" Yang Yufen grumbled twice in annoyance. She had finally overcome the
hurdle of human relationships, only to be blocked by the mountain of age. She shook her head violently a few times, as if trying to shake
off her troubles. After a while, she glared at the woman in the mirror with a resentful expression and complained,
"You wretched woman, why do you have to be so much older than your son? Can't you be a few years younger? Even just fifteen years older
would be fine, hmph." Then she thought that if she was fifteen years older than her son, wouldn't she have been pregnant at fourteen?
The thought of her embarrassing pregnancy as a teenager made her laugh self-deprecatingly. She was too embarrassed to look at
herself in the mirror anymore, but when she looked down and saw her slightly plump belly, she couldn't help but feel annoyed.
Middle-aged weight gain was one of the premature signs of aging.
Sighing, Yang Yufen pinched the fat on her stomach. She couldn't help but think of her niece,
Yang Huaqian, who had envied her large breasts while she was showering last night. She was too embarrassed to say it when she was with her younger relatives, but
she couldn't help but secretly envy her niece's slender figure, especially her delicate waist, which she found truly tempting. Yang
Yufen herself used to have a slender waist of 1.8 feet, but unfortunately, after giving birth, it quickly dwindled to almost 2 feet, and now it was approaching
2.2 feet, which made her afraid to eat anything too greasy for the past six months.
Actually, for Yang Yufen, who is 170 cm tall, a waist of 2.2 feet is not considered thick. After all, she is already a
38-year-old middle-aged woman, and it is normal for her to be a little rounder.
Moreover, for a woman with her full breasts and wide hips, a waist of 1.8 feet would look very disproportionate. A waist of 2.2 feet is just
right. But every woman wants to be thinner, especially a woman in love.
At this moment, Yang Yufen wished she could be 20 years younger so that she could use the most beautiful years of her life to welcome her son's love.
"Sigh." Yang Yufen sighed deeply, wondering if she should buy some popular yoga
DVDs and follow along. Since time cannot be turned back, she could only try to hold on to it, even if it was just to attract her son for one
more day. She just hoped that this brat wouldn't be a heartless womanizer. But then she thought, she knew her
son best, whom she had raised since childhood. He would never be a heartless person.
But then she thought again, if her son were so devoted, never leaving her as she aged and lost her beauty, wouldn't that be too
cruel? If it were her, spending her days with a frail old man would be too
unbearable.
The problem had come full circle, and Yang Yufen, unable to find an answer, simply
gave up. Frustrated, she thought, "This is something my son should be worrying about. What's the point of me agonizing over it?
I'd rather focus my energy on myself, dress up nicely, and present my last bit of beauty to him. I'll cherish
every day from this day forward, spending it happily with him. As the saying goes, 'Drink today,
for tomorrow we may die.' It's not worth wasting precious time worrying about ten years from now. Whatever my son
chooses in ten years, I will respect it."
If her son disliked her for being old and unattractive, she would live alone and never be a burden or drag on him.
If her son loved her dearly, she would continue to be his obedient woman. If she was worried about her son feeling wronged, she
would find him a couple more women. Yang Yufen had absolute, blind confidence in her son, Qin Dawei. She firmly believed that her son,
Qin Dawei, would definitely become a prominent figure that she could be proud of. As a successful person,
it was perfectly normal to have several women around him. In today's society, even nouveau riche could have three or four wives. Her son
was so outstanding that even seven or eight wives wouldn't be too much.
Thinking about her son being surrounded by beautiful women in the future, Yang Yufen wasn't jealous at all; on the contrary, she was genuinely happy.
She was confident that she could be a good wife and mother when she formed a family with her son .
She was equally adept in public and domestic life, and needless to say, she had a hundred ways to satisfy all of her son's desires and take excellent
care of him. But there was one thing she couldn't do: have children. Although she had heard that
children born to mothers had a certain chance of developing normally, Yang Yufen wasn't too concerned about that risk.
Her deceased husband's family had been descended from only one son for three generations. Although she had no feelings for him, she
had already wronged him greatly by first engaging in prostitution and then adultery with her son. Naturally, she could not allow the Qin family bloodline to end because of her selfishness.
Moreover, watching her son grow up day by day, Yang Yufen, now middle-aged, began to look forward
to the happy old age of enjoying her grandchildren, just like other mothers. Since she could not bear grandchildren for her son, she would have to let others
do it, preferably several.
Thinking of the happy days of being surrounded by children and grandchildren in the future, Yang Yufen couldn't help but smile contentedly. At this moment, she
rediscovered the maternal identity rooted deep in her soul, and happily searched her mind to see
which beautiful girl around her was suitable to be her son's wife.
"Old Zhang's family won't do, their buck teeth are too ugly. Sister Zhou's family won't do either, they're a bit too old
and have low education. Old Sun's family isn't bad, not too old, but I heard they already have a boyfriend
. Old Qian's family won't do either, they're too young. Although they look cute now, Old Qian and his wife are both average-looking
, their daughter probably won't be any better looking when she grows up."
Yang Yufen counted all the families she knew who had daughters on her fingers, and she didn't
like any of them. As for her sisters from the massage parlor, she didn't even think about it. Although she had been a
prostitute for four years, she still had a strong aversion to the profession and never thought of letting such women into her home.
After thinking it over, she finally decided to focus on her niece.
"Qianqian is quite a good girl. I raised her from a young age, so I know her inside and out and trust her. She and Dawei are
childhood sweethearts, inseparable since they were little. Her features are also impeccable. Her younger brother and sister-in-law are both
outstandingly beautiful. This girl's eyebrows and eyes resemble her mother's, so she'll definitely grow up to be a great beauty. Although her figure
is a bit thin, she's still young. Besides, a woman just needs to be pampered by a man."
Yang Yufen, lost in thought, increasingly felt that her niece was a suitable candidate. She was now so preoccupied
with her own son that she didn't care about the incestuous relationship between her son and niece.
Moreover, after her niece learned about her incestuous relationship with her son, she secretly hoped to drag her down
as an accomplice, lest she let the secret slip at such a young age.
"But my silly son doesn't seem to have any interest in Qianqian at all, and Qianqian already has
someone she likes. No, I have to think this over. If Qianqian ends up with someone else, even if the brat doesn't care, I,
as her mother, will feel sorry for him. It's such a pity that such a good girl isn't good enough for my son." Yang Yufen
muttered to herself in front of the mirror, frowning as she seriously considered how to help her son pursue her niece
.
16. Awkwardness and Indulgence
"Achoo."
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, maybe I got something in my nose."
This conversation took place on the crowded No. 301 bus. Yang
Huaqian and Qin Dawei, squeezed and unable to move by the surging crowd, had no idea that Yang Yufen was at home trying to match them up. Perhaps because they had
grown up together, they were too familiar with each other, and being relatives, even now, Yang
Huaqian and Qin Dawei had never truly seen each other as members of the opposite sex, and naturally, they had no emotional impulses.
Although they were cousins, they had long regarded each other as their own brother and sister. Qin Dawei had
a severe Oedipus complex, but no sister complex whatsoever, and Yang Huaqian was the same; a brother was just a brother, and could not
be equated with a lover.
Although neither of them had any ulterior motives, their current situation made Yang Huaqian and Qin Dawei feel
somewhat awkward. It was 8:40 in the morning, past the morning rush hour, but still during the morning rush
hour. The No. 301 bus was packed with people, and there wasn't even a place to stand.
Qin Dawei struggled to squeeze a small gap in the crowd, carefully
protecting his cousin in the middle. Although the two often bickered, Qin Dawei truly loved his younger sister.
Although Qin Dawei tried his best to make the gap between them bigger and more comfortable for his cousin, there were just too
many people. After he finally managed to create a small opening, a new wave of people squeezed in, and the two of them were pushed
to a corner again. Qin Dawei's front body was pressed tightly against his cousin's back, which made him very embarrassed. What made her even
more embarrassed was that his hips were pressed directly against his cousin's soft and perky buttocks. Although his cousin
didn't say anything, Qin Dawei could still clearly see that his cousin's fair face suddenly turned red.
The two had squeezed onto such crowded buses together before, and had been pressed together more than once or twice. However,
he had never considered his cousin as a woman before, so even when pressed tightly together, he didn't
feel anything unusual. But today was different. So much had happened last night, causing his mind to
mature overnight. His passionate kiss with his mother this morning had aroused all his desires, but his mother
hadn't bothered to quell it, leaving Qin Dawei unable to calm the churning desires within him. Feeling
the softness of his cousin's buttocks now was like adding fuel to the fire, causing him to tremble violently. The barrier of reason
crumbled like paper, utterly destroyed by the torrent of desire. Driven by lust, his body
reacted directly. Without his cousin's body to shield him, his bulging crotch would undoubtedly have become
the focus of everyone's attention.
"Damn it!" Qin Dawei, realizing the strange change in his genitals, quickly apologized in his mind. He couldn't
control himself and his erect penis didn't shrink back. He frantically tried to push his hips away
from his cousin's buttocks, but just as he managed to move his hips off hers, the driver suddenly slammed on the brakes, causing his increasingly hard
crotch to slam hard against her buttocks again.
"I'm sorry, Qianqian, I didn't mean to." Qin Dawei looked at his cousin, whose body trembled slightly and whose head was bowed even lower
, and was almost in tears. He desperately tried to explain in a low voice, but unexpectedly,
when he got close to his cousin's snow-white neck and smelled the faint scent of virginity emanating from her collar, his penis seemed to...
It became even straighter and harder.
Seeing that his cousin remained silent, Qin Dawei had no choice but to try to move his buttocks back again. As soon as he moved,
a middle-aged man's curse came from behind: "You brat, what are you pushing for? Can't you see how many people there are? If you push again, I'll
throw you off, you son of a bitch!" After cursing, the man was still not satisfied and shoved Qin Dawei hard, pushing
him so that he was pressed tightly against his cousin, leaving no gap at all.
Knowing that he was in the wrong, Qin Dawei didn't dare to argue and could only apologize several times. He was about to try to find another direction to squeeze
out some space, otherwise, if he continued to be so intimately close to his cousin, she would definitely think he was a pervert.
Just as Qin Dawei found a direction and was about to secretly push, suddenly a small hand grabbed the hem of his clothes.
Who else could that fair and delicate hand belong to but his cousin?
"Brother, don't move, there are too many people." Yang Huaqian whispered to her cousin, her back to him
. She knew, of course, how intimate their position was, but she also knew he wasn't doing it on purpose
; there were just too many people. She was grateful for his protection; he always
shielded her like this on crowded buses. Today was different, and she felt she should understand his predicament. But
despite her understanding, even through their pants, Yang Huaqian could clearly feel a
hard, rod-like object pressed firmly against her buttocks, rubbing against her with the vibrations of the bus,
making her inexplicably panicked.
Yang Huaqian knew, of course, what was pressing against her buttocks. The openness of a fourteen-year-old girl born in the 2000s
was incomparable to that of a fourteen-year-old twenty years ago. In this information-saturated new era, they had long
since learned much that should only belong to adults through the internet, such as the penis pressed against their buttocks
.
"You big pervert." Although she didn't resent her cousin in her heart, Yang Huaqian still secretly
labeled him that. At the same time, she was both shy and curious. Are all boys really animals who think with their lower bodies? Even if he touched
his own sister's butt, his body would get so excited and swollen?
"But, I..." Qin Dawei was too embarrassed to look at his cousin. He was too embarrassed to say the rest.
He couldn't very well tell his cousin that his penis had become uncontrollably erect because it was pressed against her butt
and he couldn't move it away, so he asked her to forgive him. He really couldn't bring himself to say such shameless words.
Taking a deep breath, Qin Dawei, not wanting to be looked down upon by his cousin, tried his best to calm himself down.
He had been able to quit masturbation thanks to his extraordinary willpower, and now it was
time for that willpower to kick in again. However, he quickly discovered that this method wouldn't work here. With the bumps of the vehicle, his
penis constantly rubbed against his cousin's soft, pert buttocks, creating an embarrassing friction. The resulting fatal
pleasure was clearly stronger than willpower; he had lost control of his body's instincts. As a result, his penis
not only didn't soften, but instead became harder, completely bulging out of his jeans. Although it hurt a little,
it was honestly incredibly pleasurable and stimulating.
"Qianqian, I really didn't mean to, you have to believe me," Qin Dawei said to his cousin in a dejected whisper, his face contorted with grief
.
Hearing her cousin's sincere apology, Yang Huaqian didn't know what to say. Should she say she understood
? Or that she didn't mind? Actually, she was incredibly embarrassed. Witnessing her cousin and aunt's
passionate kiss that morning had deeply affected her. Even though her cousin wasn't her type, his
constant rubbing against her had somehow made her feel strangely comfortable and aroused, and even her crotch felt slightly damp
. Thanks to the internet, she knew that the wetness wasn't urine, but rather vaginal
lubrication, something that only flows when a woman is aroused, acting as a lubricant during sex
.
When she first saw this explanation online, Yang Huaqian and her close female friends were so embarrassed they almost
threw their phones away. But when they whispered among themselves, they were all curious about what vaginal lubrication was and
why it flowed out. Because none of them had experienced arousal, no one could explain it clearly.
Now Yang Huaqian knew: when there's a tingling, pleasurable sensation, vaginal lubrication naturally occurs;
it doesn't require conscious thought, it's simply the body's most direct reaction.
"I understand." After struggling for a while, Yang Huaqian finally managed to utter these words, her face flushed. She then
fell silent. Unbeknownst to her, her buttocks had subtly arched at an
angle, just a tiny bit, but enough to cause her cousin's erection to
press even more tightly against her buttocks with the vibrations of the vehicle.
Qin Dawei, however, keenly noticed this subtle change. He looked at
his cousin, who had unconsciously snuggled closer to him, with some surprise. He seemed to suddenly understand something and couldn't help but smile wryly to himself. This
sister, whom he had always thought would never grow up, was finally beginning to transform into a woman.
One was an eighteen-year-old, virile young man, the other a fourteen-year-old girl experiencing her first stirrings of love. So
intimately pressed together, it would be hard for even them to believe they had no feelings for each other.
With his cousin's tacit consent, Qin Dawei's pent-up desire, which had been building up since morning, finally found
its outlet. The two, in perfect harmony, rubbed against each other with the bumps of the car. Compared to the
intimate contact with his mother's buttocks in the kitchen that morning, his cousin's buttocks gave Qin Dawei a completely different feeling.
Thirty-eight-year-old Yang Yufen's buttocks were soft and large, easily enveloping his crotch completely with each rub
, like sinking into a soft, smooth mass, giving Qin Dawei a 360-degree, all-around massage. Fourteen-
year-old Yang Huaqian's buttocks were firm and perky. Although not as voluptuous as her aunt's, they possessed
an elasticity and firmness that her aunt couldn't match. With each impact and friction, Qin Dawei felt as if he were hitting a highly elastic spring
, easily slipping away, providing a completely different pleasurable experience.
While Qin Dawei enjoyed the waves of strange pleasure, Yang Huaqian silently moaned inwardly.
An unprecedented pleasure surged through her buttocks, driving the inexperienced girl increasingly confused and infatuated. When
even the slightest touch and friction could no longer satisfy her deepest desires, and with only two stops left to reach her destination
, she finally made up her mind. She lifted her toes, parted her long, straight legs, and
sandwiched her cousin's bulging crotch between her firm, rounded thighs. She quickly began to wriggle her buttocks,
rubbing them directly against her genitals.
Qin Dawei, utterly surprised by his cousin's initiative and boldness, awkwardly gripped the railing, slightly turning
to the side to block any potential exposure, forced to endure the increasingly intense waves of pleasure.
PS: Chapter 15 wasn't enough, so two chapters are being posted consecutively. Further chapters are still stuck, painfully.

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